the day, april twenty

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
~ Pablo Neruda

Look into this life and see that I love you. Your hearts surround me and I am in a family of no name, a sanctuary I could have never imagined, a life that nourishes me. Look into the sky and see that I am here. I am breathing. I am a continuously evolving spirit. Understood by few? Not my problem. My place on this Earth is to show you that you can be whoever you want to be, expose all of your unprettiness and give yourself freely and love without fear…and you are still as precious as when you began.

thank you…i have found so much inspiration and sisterhood and friendship in my friend Misha that as I started writing, i realized she is someone who embodies unconditional while all the while being completely human herself. i am so damn fortunate to have the friends in my life that i have now – i can wholly and unapologetically be me.